Winnie the Pooh doesn’t know what to do
Got some honey bees stuck in his lungs
I found him there lying dead in the park
and no one knows how to help or revive
So I left him and went to ask the owl (if he’s there)
How to empty bees from the lungs of a bear…

So help me if you can, I’ve to get
Pooh out of danger if I can!
You’d be surprised how much can be done!
Count all the bees in the hive!
Chase all the flies from his eyes!
Back to the days of the Grim Reaper and Pooh!Back to the ways of the Grim Reaper and Pooh!
Back to the demise of Pooh!

Lister: Hang on. These guys aren’t Nazis — they’re all wearing different period costumes. There’s one looks like Al Capone, there’s another like Mussolini, Richard III, Napoleon. Smeg, it’s like all the worst people in history have been brought together in one place. Oh my God, there’s James Last! I recognize him from
Rimmer’s record collection.

Cat: What are they doing?.

Lister: Well, just lining up in … in some kind of firing squad. Woah Woah! Hang on, hang on. Someone’s being brought out, they’re tying him to a stake. It’s Winnie the Pooh.

Yes, that damned owl should be STUFFED on a perch, and EEYORE taken before the courts and sentenced to hard time for life. Actually, I think he would like it, he’s always checking his posterior.
And TIGGER, that little bouncing menace should be taken apart at the seams and have his insides replaced with lead shot. Then we’ll see if he can bounce… grrrrrrr…